Leave the house
Whoever you are: some evening take a stepRainer Maria Rilke
Out of your house, which you know so well.
Enormous space is near, your house lies where it begins,
whoever you are.
Your eyes find it hard to tear themselves
from the sloping tnreshold, but with your eyes
slowly, slowly, lift one black tree
Up, so it stands against the sky: skinny, alone.
With that you have made the world. The world is immense,
And like a word that is still growing in the silence.
In the same moment that your will grasps it,
your eyes feeling its subtlety will leave it.....